"Why did you close it? The Group was doing so well!”

Lance sighed softly and said helplessly, "Without you, there is no reason for it to continue its existence."

Indeed, the creation of the Group was to break free from the control of the family.

However, the establishment of the group was solely because of his acquaintance with Poppies, which allowed the company to thrive in the software industry.

Now, with Poppies' departure, the group's stock has plummeted, and it is no longer sustainable. In order to minimize losses, Lance had to close the group.

It's not exactly closing down, but rather shifting to other investments, no longer under the name of the Group.

"My existence is insignificant, you don't have to do this for me at all!”

Freya, though somewhat regretful, had put a lot of effort into the Group, which was a part of her career.

But now, disappearing in the capital city like this, she still found it somewhat hard to accept.

Lance's hand let go, resting on the car window, he said casually, "No, your presence is very important to the group. Without you, the group would be like an empty shell."

"Now that the company has lost its value, why bother to support it so stubbornly."

Saying this, Lance turned to look deeply at Freya, feeling a sourness in his heart.

A company can be shut down, and although it is regrettable to abandon it, at least it will not cause heartache.

But emotions are different, knowing that there is no hope, yet stubbornly holding on without letting go.

Sometimes Lance feels ridiculous, clearly she is living a happy life, why doesn't he just bless her?

"Fine, the Group is a top 100 company, it can allow you to better exert your abilities."

Although disappointed, Freya still expressed her blessings.

After all, things have come to this point, no matter how much is said, it is useless. People must look forward and not stay stuck in the past.

After speaking, she glanced at the time and said, "It's really getting late, my friend must be getting anxious, let's have coffee together when we have the chance."

She opened the car door to get out, but unexpectedly, Lance came first and opened it for her.

Freya smiled gratefully at him and walked into the coffee shop without looking back.

Lance watched her figure walk away, finally disappearing at the corner, his heart feeling suppressed.

Freya arrived at the designated private room, but didn't see any sign of King.

There were still five minutes until three o'clock, maybe he was on his way.

But wait, didn't Bradley come out half an hour before her?

Could it be... she guessed the wrong person?

While waiting, Freya picked up her phone and messaged Ella.

Although she had given her some psychological guidance yesterday, Ella's emotional baggage was deep, and she couldn't guarantee that she had worked through it yet.

Inside the high-end club.

Bradley sat on the sofa, facing a big-bellied man.

From the moment they entered until now, the two hadn't said a word.

Bradley was obviously in a hurry, glancing at his watch from time to time.

Uncle sat somewhat uncomfortably, not knowing why the man in front of him had sought him out.

Uncle naturally recognized him, Bradley, the third young master of the Austin family and also the king of the Southern Kingdom, which was no longer a secret in the capital.

"I wonder why Mr. Austin invited me out today?" Unable to hold back, Uncle spoke first.

Bradley looked up, pondered for a moment, then said, "Well, I heard that Chief has been investigating the recent cyber-media attack in the capital. Do you have any leads?"

He didn't intend to get straight to the point, instead choosing to let Uncle speak first and then figure out a way to salvage the situation.

Uncle saw him come for this matter and relaxed," Does Master Chen also interested in this matter? The Information Bureau had long issued a notice to investigate this matter thoroughly, so Bradley would know that Uncle didn't care at all. Besides, after the collapse of the capital's media network, many affected media and companies went to the Information Bureau to complain. He naturally thought that Bradley also met him because the company's interests were damaged. Is it a skilled hacker named Poppy." Uncle saw that the other party had frankly stated the purpose, and relaxed completely. He picked up the coffee and took a sip before continuing, "As early as a few years ago, our people have been investigating Poppy. However, this person's hacking skills are top-notch, and he does things cleanly without leaving a trace, so for so many years, we have not found out much. This time, the higher-ups handed this matter to me to handle, and I also sent people to search for clues. Finally, I found several people related to Poppy, but they are unwilling to cooperate. This investigation is quite difficult." Bradley stirred the coffee in his cup but didn't drink it. He raised his head and said lightly, "Director is talking about Patrick and his wife Madeline?" "That's right." Uncle did not conceal it either. After all, he was very clear about the close relationship between Patrick and Bradley, so he simply confessed.

"I heard that President Mu and Mr. Patrick have a good relationship. He ask President Mu to help communicate with Mr. Patrick, so that his wife can coordinate our work."

Bradley tapped the table lightly twice and said, "How does Director know that this matter is related to Madeline? Just based on the incident of poppies blackening the capital's media network, do you conclude that the two are connected? If that's the case, this approach is a bit hasty."

Uncle was taken aback, not expecting Bradley to say that.

But he dared not refute, after all, the suspicion on Madeline was all because of Ariana's report.

"We certainly cannot suspect Mrs. Luna for no reason, but someone has accused Mrs. Luna of being associated with poppies, so we asked Mrs. Luna to cooperate with our work."

"Of course, this is just our suspicion. If Mrs. Luna is unwilling to cooperate with our work now, whether the two have any connection is still to be verified."

Bradley glanced at his watch again. It was already three ten in the afternoon, fearing that he might miss the meeting with Knight.

His handsome face remained as cold as ever, squinting his narrowed eyes, he said, "I don't know if Madeline knows poppies, but I am curious about the identity of this whistleblower. Can Director provide it?"

"Well..."

Uncle was somewhat embarrassed, "Sorry, President Mu, we have the right to protect the identity of the whistle blower..."

"If I'm not mistaken, Ariana is your niece, right?"

Before he could finish, Bradley coldly interrupted him, "Moreover, Nan Patrick and Ariana grew up together as childhood playmates. The two families have always had a good relationship. Does the head of the Ariana family really suspect Nan Patrick's wife and not fear damaging the relationship between the two families?"

"After all, I heard that tthe Ariana family recently intended to purchase a piece of land in the suburbs. Unfortunately, that piece of land happens to be owned by the Patrick family."

Although it was said in a casual tying, every word was reminding Ariana’s uncle to carefully weigh the pros and cons.